Book 04 - Jack and the Violet

Over the next three months, I slept with more women. Abbie had complete control over me. Over what I ate, how much I exercised, where I went, who I saw, and who I had sex with. I had no control over any of it. I was completely dependent on her. She wouldn't allow me to go online or look for a new job. She would spend nights away from home as she continued her affair. She was toxic for me but Abbie was slowly crushing my spirit and self-worth that I no longer had the confidence to stand up to her. She would abuse me, threatening me with divorce and telling me she owned me.
I slept with Harriet, a very wealthy and successful yet very single businesswoman in her late thirties who built up her business from scratch. She wanted bondage and wanted me to tie her up and blindfold her before I had sex with her. For the first time, I used props. From feathers and velvet to dildos and vibrators before I used my body. After I teased her mercilessly, I kissed her, caressed her, licked her, and sucked on her before I finally took her. She particularly liked oral sex. She would whimper with pleasure as I went on her, enjoying the taste of her juices and her frustration of not being able to buck her hips. She hungrily sucked on my dick before I turned her over to lick her ass. I'm not sure she liked having her ass licked but I think not being able to stop me turned her on. I then fucked her while she lay prostrate on her front. I'm not sure I enjoyed that much but I was there to do a job.
I talked to her afterward, and it was the loss of control she enjoyed, a release from spending all her time running a business and being responsible for so many people. I could sense despite her success she was lonely and embarrassed for having to ask to sleep with a male prostitute. She also confessed that she no longer enjoyed her job. I asked her what she enjoyed doing and she admitted she loved painting. She dreamed of being an artist when she was younger. We then had more loving and vanilla sex which on an emotional level was more satisfying for her.
I snuck out while Abbie was away when I was a "rest" weekend away to meet Harriet again. Harriet wanted to show me her paintings and they were amazing. I told her that she should sell her business and become an artist. She had earned more than enough money to become a professional artist and not have to worry about money. She could then meet new people and make new friends. I don't know if she took my advice. While I was there, she asked if she could paint me in the nude. I wasn't sure but she promised that it would be just for her and nobody would see it so I reluctantly agreed. Before I left I had sex once more.
Then there was Nuria a Hispanic woman in her early forties who I was sure there was something suspicious about. I don't know what it was, the evasiveness of what she did for a living, and where she came from. She was more than likely involved in some sort of criminality. Abbie was very nervous about her and made it clear that I was to be at my very best with her. She was a very passionate woman who wanted just to feel some love in her life. The sex we had was slow and loving. I "dated" her for a month, going out for dinner, night clubs, going to the cinema, walks where we held hands, even a week in Mexico which Abbie hated me going on but felt powerless to refuse. I fulfilled every part of her fantasy. We made out watching the sunset, had sex on the sofa missing the film we planned to watch and spent a whole rainy day having sex. She particularly like me rubbing her clit as she laid back on me either on the sofa or in the bath and having sex in the spooning position.
Nuria finally broke down emotionally. She confessed that she was a high player in the narcotics trade. People lived and died at the click of her fingers.
"When I was a little girl, I wanted to get married and have a big family. I love children but I now will never have any. Fear dominates my life," she told me as she confessed her unhappiness. "I can't have real relationships because people are afraid of me and I am constantly afraid of the police, rivals, and even people who work for me. I can't trust anyone."
"Why do you keep doing it," I asked, "if you feel so unhappy."
"I feel trapped, if I get out, I will still have to keep looking over my shoulder."
I put my arms around her to comfort her. I understood now. She just wanted to be loved unconditionally but she lived in a world where no love existed. I think I knew how she felt. Like Nuria I felt trapped and couldn't see a way out. I didn't know how to help Nuria but I could give her something that she needed, so leaned forward and whispered in her ear,
"I love you, Nuria," I felt her go tense in my arms and I think for the first time in a very long time she cried. I just held her tightly as she sobbed until she fell asleep. I knew why she fell asleep, because she felt safe with me. I carried her to bed and I laid with her in a spooning position. She slept for nearly fifteen hours. The stress Muratpaşa Escort she had been hiding must have been almost unbearable. It was amazing to see how powerful those three little words were for her.
My own stress was also becoming unbearable and matters were coming to ahead because I was getting burned out by it. First, I was allowed out by myself for the first time in a while that wasn't the gym, hairdressers, get my chest and balls waxed, a manicure or to fuck. My life only had one purpose and that was to have sex with whoever Abbie told me too.
"Go and get some fresh air and some sun on your face!" Abbie ordered unkindly. "You look miserable and pasty. Maybe I should send you to the tanning salon."
So I went for a walk, oblivious to the world around me. I didn't notice that the car was approaching from behind me and slowing down. The first thing that I noticed that was wrong was a punch to the back of my head. It was a weak punch but when I turned around, I saw three Indian men who looked furious. I was about to say, "What the fuck?" but another punch was thrown in my direction. I may have been retired from kickboxing for a few years but my injury only stopped me from fighting in the ring not dealing with the man on the street. I slipped the punch and jabbed. The man who threw the punch was so surprised that his punch missed and he had received one for his trouble that he didn't cry out and it put a little bit of doubt in the other men's minds.
"What's your problem?" I yelled at him.
The man came back to life and he clearly could not be reasoned with, "You slept with my wife, you bastard."
I had to stop and think, "Who's your wife?"
This enraged the man further and he came at me again. I jabbed again before he could get closer, and again and again. I had no choice but to get serious. I leveled a roundhouse against his leg and he instantly collapsed to the floor screaming in pain, holding his leg. A lucky punch then got me from the side but a left hook knocked the guy who threw the punch out. The last one standing now was not sure what to do. Normally, three against one would win unless the one knew how to fight and the three didn't. I moved towards him menacingly and he turned and ran.
I walked to the first guy and squatted down next to him. He tried to rise but couldn't.
"I used to be a semi-pro kickboxer," I told him in a way of explanation for the pain he was in. "Now who is your wife?"
"Sanjeeta Gupta," he replied. Now it made sense.
"Yes, I did," I confessed, "but how much did Sanjeeta tell you?" I was feeling a little sorry for the guy.
"Her parents have said that she has told them that she is a lesbian. Can you imagine how that made me look? Sanjeeta is divorcing me!"
"Right, I heard you were cheating on her too"
The man nodded, "But it isn't the same."
"I don't think that is true but I don't think it matters either. I feel for you but I didn't make her a lesbian so you can't hold that against me. She came to me because she wanted to be sure. I don't want to brag but if I couldn't make her straight then no one could."
"I don't care that she slept with you, I want the five thousand dollars she paid you!"
My brow furrowed with confusion, "She didn't pay me anything."
"She did!" he insisted. "She took five thousand out of our account and paid to have sex with you."
"I'm sorry dude, but she paid me nothing. You're barking up the wrong tree." The man just glared at me. I could see that I would never convince him so I headed back home.
When I got back, Abbie was furious. That lucky punch had given me a black eye and a slight swelling.
"You were a semi-pro kickboxer! How did you let this happen!?" She shouted at me, she looked furious.
I should have shouted back but she had me so much under her control that when I answered it sounded more like a whine,
"There were three of them and I'm exhausted, Abbie. I've done nothing but fuck and go to the gym for the past six months. I need a break."
She looked at me angrily but she could see I wasn't my normal self, "Ok, you can have a month off but you better rest and get your act together. I have a lot more women asking for you."
I then plunked up a bit of courage and asked Abbie the one thing that bothered me from the altercation, "One of the guys who attacked me said Sanjeeta paid me $5000 to sleep with me. She didn't pay me but did she pay you?"
Abbie looked at me irritably, "He's just crazy. He found out that his wife is a lesbian so he is making shit up."
Her reply didn't convince me. I had no idea who Abbie was anymore. Our wedding anniversary had just passed and there was no acknowledgment of it and she only saw me as nothing more than a whore to do as she pleased.
My mental health was hanging by a thread so having a month and recharge from acting out someone's fantasy and going to the gym helped me pull myself up a couple of rungs from the abyss but the floor Muratpaşa Escort Bayan then fell out from under me.
First came my birthday. To be honest I had forgotten all about it. I didn't know what day of the week it was let alone the date. Abbie came to me and put a blindfold on me. When she did that I was petrified, by now I had no idea what she was capable of but I was so far gone that I was powerless to resist and that was how she wanted me.
"Relax, Jack!" she told me smugly, "I'm not going to hurt my prized possession. I just have a little surprise for you for your birthday. You do remember that it is your birthday, don't you? Oh my God, Jack! Where is your head at? I need to get you back into the saddle. Sitting around all day has turned your brain into mush."
She drove me in our car, I have no idea where and then led me by the hand somewhere. I heard a door close behind me.
"Are you ready, Jack?" I heard Abbie ask then she removed the blindfold.
"Surprise!" was shouted at me from a lot of people.
My eyes adjusted to the light and I could not believe who I was seeing. All the women Abbie arranged for me to sleep with were all looking in my direction, smiling. Some had even brought a date. Charly was there with a guy, Gwen brought her husband, and Harriet was with a guy too. Sanjeeta came by herself and then I heard a baby scream and I saw Nuria holding a baby.
I should have been happy but I was panicky and I saw Abbie was reveling in my discomfort. A glass of champagne was thrust into my hand.
"You don't have any friends so I thought I would invite all the ladies you fucked for me, your welcome," Abbie whispered nastily in my ear. I took a step back, I just wanted to run away and hide but Abbie gripped my arm,
"Where do you think you are going? Iorganizedd this party for you and you are going to stay, do you understand?" Abbie then became more cheerful and got her own drink and raised a glass, "Happy birthday to the man in my life. Happy birthday Jack!" the whole room wished me happy birthday but I was anything but happy. Abbie took me to work the room.
We first came to see Nuria, "Don't worry he isn't yours," she laughed indicating the baby she was bottle feeding. I gave a little sigh of relief. "This is Rodrito, my baby boy," she said proudly. After you left, I realized I needed to be a mommy more than anything in this world so I looked for and adopted this guy." Nuria looked radiant and happy. The woman who was constantly afraid when I met her now was relaxed. "Come closer, Jack," she said sultrily, and when I did, she gave me a loving kiss on my lips. "Happy birthday, Jack," she whispered to me. "If you ever need anything, call me." She gave Abbie an arched look. Abbie was not happy but looked far too afraid of Nuria to do anything.
Then we saw Charly, "Happy birthday, Jack!" she exclaimed, throwing herself at me and kissing me full on the lips. The guy Charly was with looked perturbed and Abbie was furious,
"That's enough, Charly," Abbie said angrily as she pulled me away. Abbie mouthed something to Charly but I couldn't see what it was.
Sanjeeta gave me a warm hug and wished me happy birthday and Harriet gave me a tentative kiss on the cheek before giving a hug that lasted long enough to make it awkward enough for Abbie to break us apart before I could be introduced to Harriet's date. Both women gave Abbie a look full of daggers.
Lastly, we met with Gwen. I noticed she was wearing the loose short skirt she wore the day I left and she looked just as beautiful as I left her. However, she looked happier and more confident.
"Happy birthday, Jack," she congratulated me. "This is my husband, Will," she introduced the man she was holding around his waist.
"So, you are the famous, Jack," he said shaking my hand. "Happy birthday, have a great day." He appeared to be warm and friendly towards me. He obviously had no idea I had sex multiple times with his wife, otherwise, there would some kind of tension.
"Thank you, and pleased to meet you," responded nervously. Gwen seemed to find my discomfort amusing.
Gwen then released her husband and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek, her hand gently holding my head before she took my hand, placing it on her ass, encouraging me to squeeze it. She gave a little moan in my ear as I did so and whispered, "I love you, Jack." When we parted, Gwen gave Abbie a smile that clearly meant that she had put one over Abbie. Abbie looked incandescent with rage but strangely, Gwen's husband didn't mind.
Something was clearly going on and I had no idea what. Lastly, Abbie introduced me to a woman I hadn't met before, and for the first time at the party she left my side to give this woman a long hug before turning to me with a wicked smile,
"Jack, this is Kayla." Abbie had her arm around Kayla's waist and both women appeared to be comfortable with their lingering closeness. Kayla looked at me with a disdainful smile like she Escort Muratpaşa had got one over me.
The party lasted for two hours and there was a hostile tension in the room. As they left each of my lovers purposely gave me a kiss on the lips and a hug. Kayla, strangely was still hanging around.
Abbie was white with anger, "You and me will be having a talk when we get home," she told me in a quiet menacing voice. "For now, I want you to sit in this chair, I have something important to discuss with Kayla." When I sat down, Abbie tied me to the chair and blindfolded me, and put some defenders on me.
I sat tied to this chair for an age thinking how this was the unhappiest of birthdays until finally Abbie untied me and removed the ear defenders.
"Let's go and keep the blindfold on until we get home," she told me firmly sounding more relaxed and calmer than earlier. I assumed Kayla had left.
We drove back home in the same silence as we did when we drove to the party. Once we got home, Abbie sat me down and ripped the blindfold off me, and struck me around the head.
"Did enjoy your party!?" she asked rhetorically looking down at me disdainfully. "Did you enjoy embarrassing me in front of everyone after organized that party for you!?" There was pure venom in her eyes then she took a deep breath and calmed down a little, "No! I'm not going to get angry," she said slowly more to herself than me. "It is my fault. I have been too good to you. My bitch needs to go back to work." It was then Abbie finally made a mistake. She left the room and returned with a diary, "Ok, this weekend you are going back to the Dalton Hotel on Friday for the night, room 402 again, and you will meet up with Violet. Violet wants to handcuff you to the bed and rub her pussy in your face and you will lick it lick your life depends on it, got it? You owe me after today! I'm going to take you to the gym so you need to get changed. You've probably got soft in the belly again."
I meekly obeyed and went and put my gym clothes on.
Friday night arrived and Abbie took me to the Dalton Hotel. I have to admit although I felt re-energized physically but not having a break from Abbie meant I felt worse mentally because it felt almost a relief to go and have sex with a strange woman again. That was how low I had gotten, I no longer felt like I was being objectified, I no longer felt the shame of what I was about to do. All that mattered was that I was getting away from Abbie.
As what now felt to be normal, I met Violet in the bar. She was a slim black woman wearing a tasteful dark blue short dress. Like all the women Abbie set me up with, she was very attractive. This time there was no seduction required, we just had a couple of drinks and Violet suggested that we headed to the room. I felt that Violet seemed to be tense which I now found not unusual. After all, they were going to a hotel room with a strange man.
Once in the room we both sat down on the bed and began to kiss. Violet seemed to be alternating between getting into the kiss and keeping an eye on the door. I moved my hand and began caressing her thigh and hips. The more we kissed, the more she got into it until she broke off the kiss only to be horrified to find that she had been subconsciously rubbing my hard cock through my trousers.
"Why do you have in there?" she asked incredulously.
"I thought that was why we were here, for you to find out," I replied with a cheeky smile.
Violet's eyes seemed to be alternating between my crotch and the door to the room, biting her lip as she did so like she was trying to make a decision.
"Are you ok?" I asked. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
"Get naked and lie on the bed!" she barked and she went to her handbag and took out two pairs of police handcuffs.
Once I was naked and, on the bed, Violet put one end of the handcuffs on my wrist and the other attached to the metal headboard. I was now at her mercy. It was only then that she noticed my cock. I mentioned before it is big and her mouth dropped when she saw it. She then seemed to get hot and bothered, her hand kept running across her body and biting her lip. Once again, she was alternating between looking at the door and my soft cock trying to make a decision.
"Are you sure you are ok?" I asked again.
"Shut up!" she barked at me again in reply. I was worried that this woman was crazy and here I was handcuffed to the bed in the same room as her. I needn't have worried because whatever indecision she had ended when she climbed onto the bed with me and put my dick in her mouth.
I groaned with pleasure as I felt my cock stiffen in the warm wetness of her mouth, "That feels so good," I told her.
"Shut up! Don't say a word!" she told me irritably. The more she sucked the more she got into it.
"If you get naked, I could do you at the same time," I offered. Violet paused to consider it before she stood up and reached behind herself and undid the zip on her dress.
Her body was athletic and she had surprisingly large boobs for her figure. She had a beautiful and firm-looking body. She straddled my face and lower her pussy down. I stuck out my tongue and Violet gasped as it went inside her. She then began to grind her pussy on my face,